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When she speaks, you hear the revolution.

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the broken artist by #mpfrias

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You are so pretty 😍😳

Thank you boss! <3

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This is a common hint of unhealthy relationships. A person messes up, then they use their power over you to somehow convince you they're the victim. 

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A Confession

When a person decides to become a writer, they compromise their privacy.  The sense of ownership that comes with certain mediums, such as diaries and journals, is taken away once you choose to go public. Your memories no longer belong to you, your words are an open field, accessible to all who are curious enough to read or listen.

A writer has to be willing to share his or her work, and sometimes even go unrecognized for the sake of the art.  I’ve come across my words on Facebook statuses and Instagram pages – on accounts of people I know, and those I’ve never seen before.  

Almost instinctively, I would become upset.  My thoughts, my words, my feelings  – were being praised and my name was nowhere to be found.  Since then, I’ve been very selective about what I post and share...

Until a recent conversation which gave me a change of heart.

Writing is not about acknowledgement. It is about inspiring... Causing somebody else to think, feel, or question something they haven’t before. Taking the reader to a place as real as your mind is.

Confession: I’ve been holding out on you.

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So blessed. THANK YOU.

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Open Letter- Men

An open letter to every man I’ve ever loved: Dear Stranger, I loved you when I was sure I would never love again. However, each time was a different kind of love. Regardless of the type, they were all equally as life-changing. Every man that I’ve ever loved has been the same person: sarcastic, ambitious, and stubborn. A man so incredibly blinded by the thought of success, that his tunnel-vision caused him to over-look the small advantages that he’s received. Never satisfied with his winnings; always with a relentless hunger for more. I’ve always thought of you as a reflection of myself because at some point in time, you showed me both who I ought to be and who I refused to become. On one hand, I admire you: A person who is so incredibly drowned in his work, that he sometimes forgets to come up for air. At the same time, however, I detested being numbers 3 and 4 on your list of priorities. You were selfish. I wanted to fix you. I became absorbed by your demeanor and consumed by your character. In exchange, you assimilated my code of ethics and mentality into your life. I became you, and you became me. In the process of finding you, however, I lost myself. Our timing was off. The problem with relationships is that there is no such thing as starting fresh. You transport all the luggage from your previous affairs into this new connection and whether you like it or not, your perception is altered. After some time, I came to the conclusion that I could break my own heart – I didn’t need your help. Though I am no longer the person who runs her fingers through your hair, or the woman who sits with you in the car at 11pm listening to you detach yourself from the heaviness of your day, I will always be here. I am going to live in your innermost thoughts. I will turn your mirror into my home and always reemerge just when you think I’ve entirely departed. Keep making me proud, keep making yourself proud. Love always, #mpfrias Ps. If you think I am writing about you, I am.

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Forever Number Two

I pity the woman that tries to love him after me.

The dreaded sound of my name will eat her up inside.  She will never be able to wear certainscents, say certain words.  She will carry a list of places that she will not dare step foot in, because they have already been tainted with our laughter.

She will regretfully listen to stories of our remarkable romance and watch his eyes light up as he reminisces.  She will probably never receive one of his hand written love letters.  There will always be an inexplicably empty feeling when they’re quiet in a room together.

It will be difficult for her to pretend like she didn’t hear him almost say my name.  She will be in constant competition with my shadow, knowing that the man that stands in front of her is the man that I helped mold. 

The perks of being his first love: when he kisses her, they both have me on their mind.  

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